Honeycomb Pageantry

He’s drowning
Way out there
And cast out
Clinging to life
on jilted preservers
and buoyant vagaries

He watched them
With wings silenced
Buzzing around moons
and golden parallelograms
Little gods saving their Queen
with measured provisions
in dance steps and ritual

Sometimes at night
Her majesty would sing to them
“America the Beautiful”
in frenzied consonants
cackled in pixels that
light up and glow
with a quarter of July

He fell in with a murder
of high wind crows
that liked plotting revenge
while flying in place
over steeple bent churches,
Starbucks obelisks,
crooked beaks, and carrion

Her palace collapsed
Like a mini civilization
Amidst flapping wings
undulating in perfect pitch
along a downward,
spiralling trajectory
and a fusillade of rifle shots

Boom! Sunk her palace
with its burning rat bones,
rigored syntax,
dearth of touch,
blanched pickets,
dead wasps, pomp,
and honeycombed pageantry

Legend had it skewed;
they said the killer
was unteachable, deranged
A poor shoo fly
with clipped wings
Suspended in uncertainty
and honey covered principle

But I know for a fact
He was just a tired drone
Cut off, marginalized
Fed up and used out
Armed to the thorax
with a shit ton of apathy
and a semi-automatic

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

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